Sunday, September 11th, 2004 | 23:49
I am a muted trumpet.

Today, I ate too much and used the non-word Septembuary in the company of strangers.
Dear God: Got any ideas?
All in all, I can't complain. The day hasn't been that bad.
Dear Old Speckled Hen: You're not quite fantastic.

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